The fans are screaming, the lights are flashing pastel colors, and the staff is running around. The idols are at long tables, arranged in alphabetical order, with a camera broadcasting live.

Jasmine, along with Rumi, Zoey, and Mira, takes a deep breath. Being this close to the Saja Boys without starting a demon hunt is torture.

And then it happens: Jinu leans toward Baby Saja and whispers something in his ear. The maknae grins like a kid about to get into mischief.

The line of fans moves smoothly. Jasmine smiles, signs, thanks, poses for selfies. She feels the pressure from the cameras, the audience, to maintain her impeccable image.

And then, without anyone announcing it, Baby Saja stops in front of her table.

It wasn't her turn. She wasn't on her side of the room. But there she is.

With a drink in her hand and that smile that always seems to hide something.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? I saw you touching your neck a while ago,” he says, as if they were old friends. “I brought you this. Sugar-free Soda Pop. Like in our song.”

She hands him the drink, saying nothing more.

Jasmine stares at him. She’s on camera. There are fans filming. She can’t refuse him abruptly. Then she nods and takes the bottle, just to keep the peace.

“Thanks… I guess.”

“You’re welcome,” Baby replies, in that honeyed voice, lowering his tone just before turning away.

But before leaving, he leans slightly toward her… and with an almost invisible gesture, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. A quick, gentle, very public touch.

*CLICK! The flashes are unforgiving.

The gesture lasts a second. Barely a touch. But the effect is immediate.

“Baby touched Jasmine?!” “Why did he give her a soda?” “Did she SMILE a little?!”

#BabySajaxJasmine #HUNTRIX×SAJA BOYS #IsThisCanon?

Jasmine freezes. She's still holding the bottle. Her smile hasn't broken, but her eyes are furious.

From the same table Jasmine was sitting at, Rumi mutters, "I'm going to kill him."

And from the other side, Baby just winks, as if nothing happened.